November 16, 2006

Starflight: Coven of idiots -The Prequel

In college I was much more free with who and what I was. I think I wore my occultism on my sleeve. I was going to tell you some college stories about my first group experiences, but I thought it best to give you a fun anecdotal story that heralded my reign of metaphysical terror in college.

It was a warm, clear moonlit night in Providence. It was summer in this New England town. I was attending summer courses at Rhodes Island School of Design. I was much younger then. A more unrefined lad, full of unbridled raw passions and emotions. I was angry that night. It was a time of sorrow and rage. My girlfriend and teacher of metaphysics had left me. She broke my heart... the one I had at the time. I was upset of course. Living life from day to day, I pondered my courses of action. I was hundreds of miles away, stranded in another state with no vehicle. Hell, I didn't even have a license .

It was midnight. If any of you have read this category before, you might have read about an incantation I did which yielded some rather grave results. This time I did it again. I won't get into why or who the target was, but after my teachings I had learned many things. One of them was that any occult exercise one does, if done properly should leave one extremely drained and exhausted .

12 am, in Rhode Island, drawn upon the cold wooden floors of the enormously large Colonial dorm house, a pentacle, formed in chalk crudely defaced the varnished finish.

Candles lit, instruments of the Craft in hand, I began the ritual.

In my minds eye, I envisioned my target. Within me, a furnace of force burned hot and welled within. My mind, fueled with imagination, created a mental missile of sorts. Within the recesses, I launched this incredible ICBM upward into the sky, envisioning all the while a plume of billowing afterburn as the missile flew up into the stars and headed
towards it's target. I sat in ground zero and felt it's heat wash over my body.

You see, imagination is a major key in any occult practice. It's the only way you can make your abilities take shape and do your bidding.

I won't go into the results of this... Like Bill Cosby said; "I told you that story so I could tell you another one". Let's call this the "Epilogue".

I was wiped. Completely drained and tapped, so I went downstairs to the dorm house living room to watch the 4 channels they had on a black and white TV and relax on the couch.

One of the girls came out of her room. She looked distraught. While she wiped the Sandman from her eyes, I asked her what the matter was. She replied: "I don't know.. I just had the strangest dream...there were like horsemen wearing black robes and I think they had skulls for faces or were really disfigured. I remember allot of fire and such. It really creeped me out so much I had to wake up and I don't even believe in that stuff."

I thought for a moment... And then, being the smug neo-warlock I thought myself to be, I said: "Come with me a moment... I may have an answer for you."

We walked up to my room where I turned the key to the locked white wooden door, flung it open and turned on the light. As she looked at the enormous pentacle on the floor she gasped, put her hand over her mouth a moment, then muttered in a distressed manner "Oh my GOD!"

"What?? I asked. She took her hand from her mouth and stammered, "That's...that's RIGHT ABOVE MY BED!!!"

I looked at her coolly and said, "Sorry." And closed the door behind us to return to the living room.She kept her distance the rest of the term.

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